Modern Day Psalm 73

As the world squeezes my mind and my heart, I strain against the pressure, and my heart

screams out saying nothing is fair. The inequities flash before me like canon balls shot from

enemy caissons. Weapons of mass destruction aimed at my bones and marrow.

The mockers sneer and growl in my ear, snarling that I have made the chump rolls by

historical proportions . I can feel the breath that comes from the adversary yelling to me that I

have been had! Had!

Then, a vision of eternity bursts from the echos of my mind, on to my minds eye.

Redemption, restoration like the world can never provide. I see the enemy slink off, growling

that he will be back again, yet...........I know once again that he is a defeated foe.

Seemingly misplaced priorities are no longer misplaced. Inequities are blessings, the

world's pleasures loosen their grip. Suffering has been shared, by One who really didn't

deserve it. And my heart rests, knowing that my redeemer lives and He will stand with me on

that day.

Bee's Five Word Challenge

Pulverize Shoals Cauldron Sovereign Forfeit

My heart is a black cauldron of jealousy, envy, and covetousness.

Fighting the only one who is able to be sovereign over anything,

I lift myself up to His stature,

to His Majesty,

and put myself

in His place.

When I do this I forfeit peace,

rest,

and serenity.

In it's place the shallow shoals of my heart are pulverized by my own self-righteousness.

Being the older brother comes naturally to one propelled forward by envy.

The younger son knew where he stood

after

he came to his senses.

Older brothers have a hard time seeing themselves in desperate need.

That's what I am-

in desperate need-

need of the one who humbled Himself,

took the form of a man,

for me.

To save me

from the cauldron of sin brewing deep within my heart.

At the Beach with Friends

At the beach with Friends, there was laughter and there were tears.

There was sorrow, pain and grief, yet hope that forever endears.

Promise of a place that will take away the tears.

A place where our Saviour reigns, and hope is always sure.

This earth is not our home, and it can't compare to the wonderful crystal sea,

as we gaze eternally on that distant shore.

The cares of this world will no longer weigh us down,

praising the One and surrounding His throne.

At the beach with Friends, the past became just that.

Time became a symbol of a temporary load,

that one day we won't carry on that clear glass road.

Forgiveness is the answer that only He can give.

And Death is swallowed up by His sacrifice of love.

We as sisters were compelled onward to follow in His ways,

to show the world around us His love that He gave.

At the beach with friends, there was laughter and there were tears.

The future became a symbol of friendship on and on,

forever will it carry the force of that song.

The song of redemption, of ultimate relief,

of a time when sin will forever cease.

The tears became a symbol of a love that never ends.

The laughter of the redeemed as we will witness to the world,

that one day our friendship will never be rent in two,

Because of sin, or of time, or of distance.

We will one day be all together and love will be the key,

that takes us once again to the beach beside the crystal sea.

Love this song!

Lyrics | Chris Tomlin lyrics - I Will Rise lyrics

In the Between Time or Under Construction

In the between time, somewhere between worrying and trusting,  give me the grace to carry on toward faith.

In the between time, when my mind likes to awaken my heart to anxieties, dangers and fears, give me the grace to move even a little at a time, towards trust.  

In the between time, when people, circumstances, and situations are not solved, not ended, or not re-solved, give me the grace to wait for Your solutions of peace, not my "get it over with so I don't have to deal with it mindset."

In the between time when loneliness strangles my soul, when I look up to Heaven and all I see or here is "silence," when I turn to the left or the right and see no one, give me the grace to make the choice of trusting in the unseen.  

In the between time when Your saints are holding on to You before the trumpet sounds, give us the grace to know You are here, You are for us and You will call us Home.....

 after the between time.  

Poem?

On top of all the political, economic, and civic stuff that has been swirling around my head, I wrote a poem about what also has been going on in my head.  I met a woman at the church we visited last Sunday and her name is Ann.  We just very randomly approached one another, and I asked her whether she worked outside the home or worked in the home, she replied she was a "writer."  Well, I just got so excited!  She writes poetry, is working on her memoires, and has been an editor of a newspaper.  She has already inspired me to write another poem.  Thank you Ann.  

Asking for what I thought was a stone, I was given bread.

Asking for peace, I was given strife.

Asking for joy, I was given sorrow.

Asking for love, I was given only mercy.

In mercy I found the Bread of Life.

In sorrow I found the joy beyond circumstances.

In strife, I found peace with God alone.

I asked for a stone which I thought was bread, peace, joy, and love, 

and in the asking, found abundant life.